[ Daryl is about to snap at her that his name doesn't matter, that he's in the middle of something and could she just screw off please, he doesn't need a woman fluttering over him and making shit worst, but something about how calm she looks as her eyes rake over his wounds gentles him a bit. If she's seen the things he has and hasn't needed sheltering or protecting, if she's taken care of herself, then maybe she can help.
And he could sure use it, as much as he doesn't want to admit it. ]
Daryl. [ Gruff, bordering on unfriendly, but he's too exhausted to maintain the outward level of annoyance he feels on the inside about needing someone's help. Especially a strange woman's. But... a clinic? Better than Hershel's farm set-up? That's more than he's seen in months. Could she be telling the truth? ]
What? Where? Where are we? [ Again, not an answer that will really matter until he's got his bleeding under control, but his confusion is pounding in his head. He flinches when she moves towards him, but her capable movements and the presence of her knife actually calms him. He slumps against the counter while he watches her work, still scowling suspiciously. It's a good thing Daryl both resents and responds to that tone because he answers her despite his temptation not to. ]
Fell down a ravine, lookin' for.. don't matter how. [ He's too tired to go into it, too angry, too depressed about having failed to find much yet again. And this stranger doesn't need to know the details. ] Fell on one of these, [ he gestures to his crossbow, meaning the arrows, ] killed some walkers, and then... I think I got shot? [ He touches the blood dripping from the side of his head. The last thing he remembers is coming up on Hershel's field, remembers Rick and Shane and the rest running up on him, holding their weapons at the ready, and then... nothing. And then he was just here, and running from some fucked up monster. ] What the hell're those things out there?
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And he could sure use it, as much as he doesn't want to admit it. ]
Daryl. [ Gruff, bordering on unfriendly, but he's too exhausted to maintain the outward level of annoyance he feels on the inside about needing someone's help. Especially a strange woman's. But... a clinic? Better than Hershel's farm set-up? That's more than he's seen in months. Could she be telling the truth? ]
What? Where? Where are we? [ Again, not an answer that will really matter until he's got his bleeding under control, but his confusion is pounding in his head. He flinches when she moves towards him, but her capable movements and the presence of her knife actually calms him. He slumps against the counter while he watches her work, still scowling suspiciously. It's a good thing Daryl both resents and responds to that tone because he answers her despite his temptation not to. ]
Fell down a ravine, lookin' for.. don't matter how. [ He's too tired to go into it, too angry, too depressed about having failed to find much yet again. And this stranger doesn't need to know the details. ] Fell on one of these, [ he gestures to his crossbow, meaning the arrows, ] killed some walkers, and then... I think I got shot? [ He touches the blood dripping from the side of his head. The last thing he remembers is coming up on Hershel's field, remembers Rick and Shane and the rest running up on him, holding their weapons at the ready, and then... nothing. And then he was just here, and running from some fucked up monster. ] What the hell're those things out there?